SwanderedTalent

this is what it looks like when he connects "Texas A&M is bad" to literally anything else that goes on in that feculent brainswamp of his

who fucking cares

are you accusing A&M of hiring a t-shirt fan????

When I was 17, I got pulled into a pickup game with some neighborhood kids at Woodland Hills Elementary. They were in awe when I took off from like six feet out and dunked a missed shot. Hey, it was a nice move. On an eight foot goal. Against some fourth graders. It was similar to Michael Jordan going baseline past Oakley and dunking on Patrick Ewing in the '91 playoffs. Not much the defenders could do.

Everybody lost money during the shutdown. It was a one-year blip. Saying "our losses weren't as bad as they would have been had we not made this stupid and illogical realignment move" completely sidesteps the question of whether the moves were better for the schools or not. That it might-- might-- have had a temporary ancillary benefit is like defending chasing an inside straight because you hit it once.

When I had my wisdom teeth out in 2000 or 2001, I got two Vicodin prescriptions. One strong, one weak. I took two of the strong ones by mistake (yes, really) and turned so green my work friends at lunch were like "dude, take the rest of the day off, we'll give you a ride home). It was gross, nothing about it felt good. It seems impossible to me to imagine ever trying to get stoned on pills. But prescription drug abuse is a tremendous problem in this country, and multiple addictions are a real thing, so I'm not telling anyone else what they should or shouldn't do. I am just personally not concerned with my prescribed medications, used properly.

That is personally true for me. I wouldn't advise anyone else either way on it, but for me, it's apples to oranges. I don't mean "as long as I'm not drinking it doesn't count". I mean that in terms of why I take prescribed medications and how they affect my thinking, it's just not the same thing. I would not smoke medically prescribed marijuana, FWIW. I was never a pot smoker but when I did smoke it in college, it was to get high. I've never gotten or tried to get high on prescription drugs.

that's a reach when there's a much simpler, obvious reason

yeah-- the Dodd tweet is weird in that it implies COVID had any fucking thing to do with the AAC doing the math and realizing "nah fuck this".

Although I'd take Jordan first, and I am not much of a Steph Curry fan, it seems like Curry is the most unguardable (least guardable?) player I've ever seen, only because his reasonable shooting range is out to forty fucking feet. Just as a contrarian way of looking at a pretty routine question, you could take Curry and Durant and put them with some killer rebounders and maybe Scottie Pippen as your lockdown defender... well it would be interesting.

well, and Aggie racism

is there anything douchier than that jersey framed on the wall? I guess get it, it's not like he has any gold pants for beating Michigan or Big Ten championship rings. I'm sure they gave rings for just being in bowl games, which is lucky for him since he never played on a team that won a bowl game either.

so it's like the Ohio of this site

that might be the problem right there "Doc I was eating Eckrich sausage and it was bland and flavorless! I think teh COVID got me!"

well there's your first mistake, Debbie Downer there doesn't take kindly to jokes

I think you absolutely know

stunning and brave

the fruit in my fridge went bad convicted of armed strobbery

I don't really have any interest in the show without Arkin's character and the way they just abruptly killed him off was poorly handled. Kathleen Turner is on steroids? She looks like she's on jelly donuts.

Damien Lillard

what a queef

Fascinating, can't wait to read about that. Ebby's visit is one of those parts of the Book I can read where I *know* I'm an alcoholic, because I can put myself in Bill's shoes re: that appeal of and perverse relief in knowing he'd secured his ability to drink round the clock during the dark, shorter days of early winter, that reassurance of thinking "I've got enough booze stashed here for a couple days!" Like he basically thought he was bulletproof regarding anything Ebby might say to him because he was drunk, drinking, and in possession of more to drink. For me, at the end, that was the one positive thing I could still feel-- the excitement of being totally isolated and surrounded by booze. All the shame and guilt and fear and worry could not amount to enough to motivate me to quit, because of the way my brain lit up thinking about chasing that feeling of blissful drunkenness. I say "chasing" because there was nothing blissful about drinking at that point-- I was chasing something that had stopped happening years ago. Whatever initial rush of euphoria the first drink gave me dissipated within seconds and then it was "well maybe another drink will make me feel better" or "well I feel pretty sick, I better take another drink" or "maybe a few more drinks and I'll pass out" or there wasn't even any conscious thought, just autopilot. Lift, swallow, fight to keep it down, repeat. I didn't have a 1x1 sitdown like Bill had with Ebby, but that was only because I wasn't ready to make sobriety my number one priority. I eventually did have tremendously meaningful 1x1 relationships with fellow alcoholics-- the one I'll never forget was with Andrew, this sweet natured guitar slayer counselor at my residential rehab. I told him something I'd never told anyone else, that initially (as like a 17-20 yr old) I wanted to be an alcoholic, because I thought it made me a dangerous cool bad boy and God knows I wasn't actually any of those things as a college freshman. I thought that was the most embarrassing thing I'd ever admitted, until his eyes got real wide and he said "DUDE me too!" and we ragged on our 18-yr old selves for thirty minutes. I heard a song on the PA while grocery shopping at 630 this morning (yes, HEB was open). It was a big hit when I was a college junior, and I was overwhelmed by the sudden realization that there was no way looking back 27 years that I could have imagined sitting in my dorm room watching MTV where I would be on June 2, 2021. I might as well live on a moon colony, my reality is so divorced from anything my imagination could have conjured at that time. And I don't mean that in terms of "you became famous and wealthy" or anything that pedestrian. I just mean it's amazing how happy and joyous and free God has made me through the program of Alcoholics Anonymous. It's basically, "imagine how happy you think you'd be starting at point guard for the Houston Rockets or fucking Cindy Crawford or opening for the Black Crowes.... now imagine being ten times that happy just living an ordinary life". It's a program of miracles.

I wonder what percentage of fans would realize that much work goes into the relatively simple looking act of kicking a FG.

so I guess this year, it's "man who cares about BASEBALL, college baseball ain't shit" for the Aggies this year